He switches from one side to the other one more time, giving my neglected breast the same treatment before releasing it with a wet pop. He lifts his head to look down at me, his cheeks a little flushed.
“I like your nipples,” he tells me, and the straightforward honesty in his voice makes me grin.
“They like you,” I shoot back. “A lot.”
He smiles, a shy curve of his lips that makes him look almost boyish. Then he drops his head again, dragging his tongue between my breasts and continuing downward over the plane of my stomach.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he spreads my legs apart, making room for his large, tattooed body as he settles between them. His fingers slide over my folds before he spreads them open, baring the most intimate part of me to his hungry gaze.
It probably says a lot about how much things have changed between us that I don’t feel even the slightest bit self-conscious under his scrutiny. Instead, my clit throbs, pulsing and aching with anticipation. It’s like his gaze is a physical touch, making me squirm beneath the heavy weight of his attention.
When he finally drops his head again, he keeps holding me open as he runs his tongue slowly up the length of my slit, as if I’m a particularly decadent dessert that he plans on savoring for as long as possible.
“I like your pussy too,” he groans, lapping at me again. “So sweet.”
“It—ah!—likes you back.”
I can barely get the words out. My head spins as he slides his tongue back and forth over my clit in a rolling motion, making a slow-building heat blossom inside me. My pulse is picking up speed, my breath coming faster, and I have to fight to keep my eyes open.
“You’re gonna make me come,” I pant. “Fuck, Raven. Just like that. Right there. Oh fuck!”
He doesn’t respond with words, growling softly as he follows my desperate urging. It’s like he’s trying to devour me, his lips and teeth and tongue exploring every inch of my core until I’m certain the entire lower half of his face must be soaked.
And still, he doesn’t stop. He keeps lapping at me, eating me out as if it’s his sole purpose for existing in this world. As if he’s found a new religion, and it mostly revolves around my pussy.
My hands are still in his hair, and if I weren’t so lost in the pleasure of what he’s doing, I’d probably feel bad for the way I’m using the strands like reins, tugging on them as I arch my hips.
I’m close.
So close…
And then I’m there.
My orgasm explodes through me like a firework going off, and I let out a ragged cry. Raven’s tongue keeps going, pushing me higher and higher as one wave of pleasure rolls into a second, and then a third. I squirm in his grasp, and he finally pulls back, staring down at me with heated eyes.
He looks almost possessed by desire as he tears at his own clothes, being much less careful with them than he was with mine. It only takes him a few seconds to undress, and as soon as there’s nothing left between us, he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and surges into me, filling me up with one hard stroke.
The breath leaves my lungs in a sudden rush, my inner walls gripping him tight as he presses my knee to my chest. The stretch in my hamstring is almost painful, but it’s worth it for the way I can feel every inch of Raven’s thick cock. He seems to be able to get even deeper from this angle than he ever has before, and he’s hitting spots inside me that make me see stars.
I reach up to cling to his shoulders as he starts to fuck me hard and deep. The forceful way he’s driving into me is at odds with the way he worshipped my clit a moment ago, but it feels just as good.
Better, even.
This is Raven taking what he wants—what heneeds—and I’m not sure there’s anything else in the world better than the feel of him letting go.
His jaw is tight, the muscles in his neck standing out as he slams into me over and over. The usual tan color of his skin shifts into the gray I recognize from his gargoyle form, and I realize that he’s half transformed into that shape.
He hasn’t gone all the way to his full gargoyle form. I have no idea what it would be like to be fucked by him in that form, or if I’d even be able to survive it.
But this?
I like this.
Wings sprout from his back, spreading wide above us as he lets out a hungry noise. His skin still feels warm and smooth, like human flesh instead of stone, but I can see the gargoyle inside him, just beneath the surface.
It’s slightly terrifying and sexy as hell to get this glimpse of that side of him in this moment. I never thought it would turn me on so much to be claimed by him like this, but now especially, it sends a rush of emotions and desire through me.
Because I know what this means.